So, the smell of popcorn makes me gag... walking into a movie theater makes me downright dry heave. I do not so much hate to eat popcorn... just to smell it. So, I usually never eat it... because you have to smell it to eat it. (also, of all the foods out there, popcorn can be hazardous, I mean, how often do you choke on the titty-bitty razor sharp bits of kernel? and let's not forget the fact that after you do eat the popped corn you are picking your teeth like a hill-jack for the next 2+ hours!) So because I do not eat it... it is usually not in our home.
Rigg loves popcorn.
He can eat his weight in popcorn...which is saying something, considering how much he weighs in contrast to how little popcorn weighs...I digress...
Because of the boy, we now have popcorn in the house.
I love my son a great deal. To pop the foul smelling corn that permeates the air with its gag-reflex-triggering aroma, I would have to.
Waiting for the bag to pop and cool is close to torture for the poor boy...
me too, although for a much different reason (see above)
culprit golden kernels of goodness.
I think he might be asking me if I want some... or he might be confused and or terrified at my face of revulsion... hard to say.
But, with a face like this... how can I say no?